I was alone in Japan – a strangely thrilling thought. It was my first time there. My body and mind were fighting jet-lag, while my eyes were trying to adapt to a different writing script and different light. I ventured out on a long, slow walk around Hiroshima, taking in the sights and sounds of the city. I spent a lot of time at the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Museum, astonished by how intense the experience was. We have read and studied the facts numerous times, but being there – seeing evidence of the devastation of the atomic bombing through mock-ups and artifacts – made it more tangible.
I was pensive and mellow when I left the museum in the late afternoon. I strolled down the peaceful river bank until the sky turned golden, and my first hours of Japan daylight gradually wound to a close. Not far from the Atomic Bomb Dome and its skeletal shell of remains, my eyes landed on beautiful orange blossoms swaying in the wind, catching the light of the sunset against the backdrop of the shimmering river – a stark contrast with the image of a razed and ruined city. I watched the flowers playing in the light, and thought of all the life that courses through the city now that it has been rebuilt.
I was pensive and mellow when I left the museum in the late afternoon. I strolled down the peaceful river bank until the sky turned golden, and my first hours of Japan daylight gradually wound to a close. Not far from the Atomic Bomb Dome and its skeletal shell of remains, my eyes landed on beautiful orange blossoms swaying in the wind, catching the light of the sunset against the backdrop of the shimmering river – a stark contrast with the image of a razed and ruined city. I watched the flowers playing in the light, and thought of all the life that courses through the city now that it has been rebuilt.
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